April 3, 2005

This morning, I attended a PESO seminar on entrepreneurship. This
morning’s seminar was about making a good pitch to investors. The
speakers were fantastic, and

Maoi Arroyo was initially worried that people would be too afraid of
public speaking to volunteer for the pitch contest, but there were
plenty of people willing to give it a shot. I won second place with a
pitch about “Get Mad”, my anger management business idea. A number of
people approached me after the seminar to tell me I made a good pitch
and the idea’s really interesting. =)

Still, that’s not the only kind of pitch I need to be able to make.
know I can sell _ideas._ I want to learn how to recognize good
opportunities and figure out what I need to take advantage of them;
that way, I can help other people create and match opportunities.

Joey Gurango had an excellent point. If I’m going to pitch to venture
capitalists, I need to be able to think from the investor’s point of
view. I need to be able to tell people how much I need and why I need
it, what kind of profit people can look forward to, what their exit
strategy is…

We went to Tagaytay for the afternoon so that the dogs could swim in
the lake around Taal Volcano. Kathy pitched Patch straight into the
water so that he could learn how to swim. Although the initial shock
of cold water drove Patch quickly out, he soon discovered that he
couldn’t resist his breed’s love of water and ran back in. Lucas had a
ball, too.

While the two dogs gamboled in the lake with my sister watching over
them, my mother read “The Sound Of Paper” and my dad took pictures of
the brightly-colored yachts racing. I settled back with a newly-bought
sketchpad and a just-sharpened pencil. Following my desire to become a
renaissance girl (hah! just because I’m into computers doesn’t mean
I’m into only computers!), I decided to play around with art today.
After a few preliminary sketches of odd things like boats, my toes,
and a very wet Patch (not all together, thank goodness!), I
rediscovered my sense of shading in a pencil-shaded sketch of Kathy. I
smudged it with a paper napkin and it came out nicely, although I
couldn’t quite get her eyes right. After that, I used crayons to draw
a cat eyeing a fishbowl. Maybe there’s hope for me yet…

On the way back, we heard a loud crash from the back of the van. The
cooler had gotten dislodged, and Lucas poked his still-wet head around
our seat. He refused to go back. Kathy got up to move the cooler back
and secure it. As soon as her back was turned, though, Lucas clambered
into the seat! Spoiled dog! Zigzags are even less fun with a large,
_wet_ dog who uses you to brace against the twists and turns. We set
up the jumpseat, but despite all my pushing, he refused to move. I
ended up transferring there instead. Kathy spent the rest of the
return trip in the back seat and I spent it awkwardly sleeping on the
jumpseat, while Lucas enjoyed the trip stretched out on the main
seats. Really, that dog…

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